Slaves of the Paycheck

I really just want relief From this demanding society Demands for my words Demands for my deeds Demands for my plans Demands for my dreams Success is measured by gold But not the state of your soul Success is a job Success is a paycheck But not a free mind Untethered from setbacks We are far too easily pleased We are just so self deceived Deceived to do work Slaves of 'success' Deceived by the system Slaves of the paycheck We go to work because we are beckoned Fooled by the promises of money and weekends A system built on money A system built on cash We invest our lives But we'll never get them back But money is just paper and terms And paper, it so easily burns Burn down the system Stop playing these roles Make people face themselves And come to terms with their souls